ROBERT H. WRITES…
Olivia is a masterpiece in the right lover’s hands, she likes diversity, mild perversity and a lot of personality..….
Olivia Winsome is the finest wine money can buy. She is sophisticated, refined and smooth to the palette with a luscious afterglow to the soul. She brings a smile upon first touch and upon the tongue; she is so soft to all the senses as once. After rolling her around, the taste becomes complex. With no reason to push the vintage analogy further -- she is strong like a young wine and well-seasoned like a vintage Bordeaux. After 30 minutes of conversation before the kissing became deeply passionate and alternately soft, we mixed conversation in tongues with kissing in tongues. We expressed ourselves, our pasts and our dreams as if we were old friends; I think now we are. One would not elect to call ‘wine’ winsome, but Olivia is. And more than that, she will win more than some with her wily ways long before they know.
Olivia has migrated like a wonderous songbird from Canada to our welcome shores and we are the lucky ones for this lucky country; she can make a heavy day light by moving from the sombre subject of work and ex-‘s into the finer topics of culinary style and corset etiquette. She knew that I would prefer to undress her and remarked that this was her first for the new year, as well as a first for wearing of the new, nude-coloured corset with 22 hook and eyes that I got to unfasten. Well, in spite of ice hockey being the national Canadian pastime, Olivia did not know that hockey socks are held up by garter belts as I informed her as I removed her traditional styled stockings. Somehow, we had drifted into a bygone era with garters and corsets, but my classical lust was inspired and we proceeded to aplomb to explore each toehr completely.
It would be indiscreet (and yet so Ocker of me) to detail the next two and a half hours of luscious, lascivious, lustrous and lecherous lovemaking; suffice it to say, for both of us there was exploration and expectations met in all senses of bliss. I do not tell tales out of school, so no details here; yet, when I can remember the length, the depth and the deliciousness of over two hours, then I can assure you that I did not have much Champagne.
Olivia is a masterpiece in the right lover’s hands, she likes diversity, mild perversity and a lot of personality. I know from experience that people from the Western Canadian provinces are strong like frontier folk, warm like country-folk and wholesome, if not winsome, are like the most glorious Aussie women. Olivia is the best of Canada in the environs of the best of Australia.
I gifted her the most expensive Champers that I could find and she opened it for us without hesitation. Though I have no sophisticated taste for the same, she generously shared her gift with mouth-to-mouth imbibition. I did not want to drink too much in order not to forget even a short, delightful and glorious moment of our ever-so-short three hours together; our first, but not our last. I will be back for another tasting of this very fine vintage, Olivia Winsome, no longer available at Dan Murphy’s Cellar.
-Robert H.
